Savage Nation at New Ruskin College
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Lecture Notes: August
“An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.”
--- Aldous Huxley, After Many a Summer Dies the Swan
I have nothing left to fight with except my life. I have to make what little there is left count. I sacrifice myself to protest you, your ignorance, your selfishness, your cruelty. I can not fight all of you, all alone. No one can. We are each of us dependent on the community. You have made your judgment known. Yet I still have this one last thing that I can do to protest you.
Michael Weiner (aka “Savage”) was repeating “after many a summer dies the swan, after many a summer dies the swan . . .” yesterday as a kind of mantra to distract his mind.
Part of his chaotic fractured mind knows that he has driven a man to his death and yet he wants to go on with his life without feelings of guilt.
And this is what most torments him. He knows his responsibility. This same since of guilt can also be seen in Imus’ erratic behavior. Mrs. Jack Swanson is perhaps too limited to feel guilt. Perhaps?
What will happen after I am turned to ash in the hospital incinerator after my organs have all been removed? He does not know.
Will the feeling of guilt and shame increase or will they disappear he wonders? But then . . . if they do disappear will that not itself be a sign of his further decline into insanity?
After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan. . . . will it get worse? And then if it doesn’t . . .?
He had an “irresistible impulse” to harasse, vex, torment another. For over ten years he has made it his business to oppress me. What will you do now Michael Weiner when I am gone. Is that what has you worried? Is that why you keep repeating your mantra: After many a summer dies the swan . . .?
You could try one of your fits, drop back down into one of your neuroses which you have cultivated over the years . . . let’s see . . . the gentile bastard one? You could try that one again: Getting even with them for all they have done to me and my people! Yvonne’s avenger? Play that role? You could try that again. (He plays these little games with his fragmented personality.) Scream in hysterical outrage Michael, go on, maybe that will work again . . .
. . . or perhaps even these bouts with your neuroses will no longer do . . . then what?
After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
---- Alfred Tennyson, Tithonus (l. 82–88)
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Lecture Notes: August
“An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.”
--- Aldous Huxley, After Many a Summer Dies the Swan
I have nothing left to fight with except my life. I have to make what little there is left count. I sacrifice myself to protest you, your ignorance, your selfishness, your cruelty. I can not fight all of you, all alone. No one can. We are each of us dependent on the community. You have made your judgment known. Yet I still have this one last thing that I can do to protest you.
Michael Weiner (aka “Savage”) was repeating “after many a summer dies the swan, after many a summer dies the swan . . .” yesterday as a kind of mantra to distract his mind.
Part of his chaotic fractured mind knows that he has driven a man to his death and yet he wants to go on with his life without feelings of guilt.
And this is what most torments him. He knows his responsibility. This same since of guilt can also be seen in Imus’ erratic behavior. Mrs. Jack Swanson is perhaps too limited to feel guilt. Perhaps?
What will happen after I am turned to ash in the hospital incinerator after my organs have all been removed? He does not know.
Will the feeling of guilt and shame increase or will they disappear he wonders? But then . . . if they do disappear will that not itself be a sign of his further decline into insanity?
After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan. . . . will it get worse? And then if it doesn’t . . .?
He had an “irresistible impulse” to harasse, vex, torment another. For over ten years he has made it his business to oppress me. What will you do now Michael Weiner when I am gone. Is that what has you worried? Is that why you keep repeating your mantra: After many a summer dies the swan . . .?
You could try one of your fits, drop back down into one of your neuroses which you have cultivated over the years . . . let’s see . . . the gentile bastard one? You could try that one again: Getting even with them for all they have done to me and my people! Yvonne’s avenger? Play that role? You could try that again. (He plays these little games with his fragmented personality.) Scream in hysterical outrage Michael, go on, maybe that will work again . . .
. . . or perhaps even these bouts with your neuroses will no longer do . . . then what?
After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan. After many a summer dies the swan.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
---- Alfred Tennyson, Tithonus (l. 82–88)
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